Two one-shots in a day? I am on a roll. :D Now it's time for some Juxtapozhipping (I keep wanting to call them by a name like Burlesa or something, but NO! Pokemon has to be abnormal and have different kinds of ship names. Lol xD)

Enjoy~
-RD :)

Model Behavior

The press would have a field day if they knew about this.

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He twisted the lens slightly and positioned the camera for just the right shot. If he nailed this, he would have a chance of ending up in a magazine and he would finally have some money to start his own art studio with.

The curtains parted and out came a shapely woman with short blonde hair. Her dress, which reached to the middle of her thighs, was yellow and covered in glitter and made her seem to be shining.

Hm. The shining beauty. It fit her well.

She placed a hand on her hip and slowly made her way down the stage, posing periodically and putting on a small smile for the crowd. The flashing was almost too much for her to see, but she was used to it by then and continued on.

Upon making it to the end of the runway, she turned around, showing off the dress, stood there for a few seconds, then spun on her heel and walked back up the runway. After she disappeared behind the curtain, he looked at the several shots he had taken. Two or three of them were above decent, but he didn't really consider any of them magazine spread worthy. Maybe he'd get lucky and the editor would put one of them in the spread. Hopefully.

The young photographer managed to walk backstage without anyone noticing him. They probably assumed he was press - which he essentially was - and had an interview or something to get to. But unlike other members of the press, he wasn't looking for an inside interview. No, he had something more important to find.

He watched her slip out from her dressing room. She was no longer wearing that dress she had worn on the runway. She looked around for others before walking in his direction. He hid behind the corner and waited for her to pass. And when she did, he reached out and grabbed her hand, catching her by surprise.

"Burgh," she said with relief.

"Elesa." Burgh looked down on the blonde model. She was absolutely stunning and entirely deserving of her job.

"Are you ready? I've got a limo waiting out back."

"You didn't have to-" She quieted him by placing a finger to his lips.

"I wanted to. This is our first date in months and I want it to be special."

He laughed. "I hate having to keep this whole thing a secret."

"You'd never be able to keep your life the way it is now if people knew. I know you love your art whatever and I want you to be happy." Burgh chose to ignore the "art whatever" comment. But she was right. The press would never let it go if they knew. Who would think that a young, aspiring photographer and a rich, successful model would be together?

"I am happy. With you." Elesa smiled. He cherished those rare moments when she would show emotion and be happy.

The blonde looked down at her hands, which were still clasped in Burgh's. He could be so sweet without really meaning to be. But she did wonder what she saw in that goofy smile and large mass of copper-colored hair.

"The press would have a field day if they knew about this," he said as he leaned down and kissed her.

Oh, yes, they would.